Poem for Copy Island, written on the bus ride back from Mendocino

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My feed a strobe

First thing in the morning

While I put on my robe

A twitching thumb

Takes me away

Oh the places I've been

Already today

I'm awfully tired

And I sure don't know why

My sleep cycle app said

My sleep quality was high

Though I monitor my diet

And get lots of rest

I must have my coffee

To perform at my best

Running 10 late

I text my colleagues

Me too says the one

The other agrees

We'll get it together

Maybe someday

Can't be doing so bad

With the rent that we pay